She was roused from her seat, and her reflections, by some one's approach; and before she could strike into another path, she was overtaken by Wickham.

     "I am afraid I interrupt your solitary ramble, my dear sister?" said he, as he joined her.

     "You certainly do," she replied with a smile; "but it does not follow that the interruption must be unwelcome."

     "I should be sorry indeed, if it were. We were always good friends; and now we are better."

     "True. Are the others coming out?"

     "I do not know. Mrs. Bennet and Lydia are going in the carriage to Meryton. And so, my dear sister, I find, from our uncle and aunt, that you have actually seen Pemberley."

     She replied in the affirmative.

     "I almost envy you the pleasure, and yet I believe it would be too much for me, or else I could take it in my way to Newcastle. And you saw the old housekeeper, I suppose? Poor Reynolds, she was always very fond of me. But of course she did not mention my name to you."

     "Yes, she did."